Well, the ride in this morning was less evenful than the ride home yesterday afternoon! I had the dreaded f-word on the rear tire, of course. Got it off, found the offending (or so I thought) goatheads, patched, pumped and was on my way. Nine miles down the road, sure 'nuff, low again. This time I just put air in enough to get me the last two and a half miles home. When I took off the tire, I ran a cotton pad around the inside of the tire and found a goathead that had broken off, but was juuuust long enough to puncture the tube. Well, that put me over my three patch limit on that tube, so I just replaced the whole tube, pumped 'er up and hoped goathead season will soon be over.
Looking at a nice 55 degree commute on the way home.
Four wheels move the body, two wheels move the soul.
2010 Kelson custom/Brooks B17 Imperial
2009 Masi/Terry Damselfly
2004 Specialized Dulce Elite/Terry Damselfly
2003 Gary Fisher Tassajara/unknown saddle
1987 Bridgestone 100/Terry Liberator X